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determined not to move or cry, even though the whipping fucking hurt this time. It wasn’t anything like the broad smacks of his hand, and it left behind a much deeper burn that tingled all the way to my clenching pussy. I found myself craving another stroke just so I could be sure that’s what it was that made my entire body feel alive with excitement.
    Suddenly the egg inside me buzzed to life and my hips jerked at the abrupt sensation of pleasure that gripped my lower body. My knuckles grew white from my grip on the edge of the table. The vibration was too intense and right against that sensitive spot inside me that Max had so expertly discovered last night with his cock. The buzzing stopped and I took a breath, but just as I was about to relax, the vibrations started again, followed by another swift, stinging stroke of the switch. A soft sob escaped my throat, partly from the pleasure, and partly from the pain. Max paused again for the span of a breath, leaving my body still and unassaulted both internally and externally.
    I braced myself for the strike and the vibration, and they came in tandem again, multiples in quick succession. Overwhelmed by the sensations that claimed my body, my mind grew hazy, every ounce of my attention focused on my throbbing core and the molten heat of sensations that spread through me. Just when I believed I couldn’t possibly feel any more aroused another sensation joined everything else. Cool wetness touched my ass, alien and shocking in contrast to the heat of the whipping and the ache in my pussy. A tiny part of my brain managed to interpret it as lube, but only when the rounded tip of the steel plug pressed against my tight little hole. I clenched reflexively, gasping at the unexpected invasion.
    Rick’s jeans-clad hips slipped into my field of vision and he squatted down. “Relax, honey. It won’t hurt.” His gaze moved down my side, his blue eyes fixed on Max’s steady, slow probing with the tip of the plug. “It’s not quite as big as it feels.”
    “It feels huge,” I said, laughing.
    Rick reached out an arm and the press disappeared from my ass. His hand came into view again and he held up the gleaming object. I’d seen the one Max had used on me the night before, and this one was slightly bigger. It was about the length of my thumb and teardrop-shaped, but no thicker at it’s widest end than Max’s cock.
    “Is it … it’s to stretch me so you can fuck me, right?” I asked.
    “Mostly it’s just to give you a new sensation, but yeah … your ass needs some prep before it gets fucked, if that’s what you want to happen. Do you like the way it feels?” he asked.
    I nodded and started to say exactly how much I liked it, but my words flitted from my mind when a light, warm touch brushed down over the sensitive, slick flesh between my cheeks. Max’s fingertip made a slow circuit just around my clenched opening and then pressed.
    “This is just my finger, baby. Do you like this?”
    “Oh, God, yeah.”
    “Do you think you can take the plug? I need to do other things with my hands.”
    Like spank me , I thought, a little giddy over all the different options I had. Rick and Max were the ones with all the experience, and I had so very little. I wanted to know everything, though. Max hadn’t said I couldn’t ask, either.
    “First I want …” I hesitated, biting my lip and staring at Rick’s tan face, embarrassed for the first time about what I wanted to ask.
    “What is it?” he asked.
    I almost couldn’t get the words out, as distracted as I was with Max’s finger teasing me.
    “I want to see you,” I said. “See if you’re bigger than … that .” I shifted my eyes to the plug.
    “All right,” he said and stood. “Hold onto this for a sec, will you?” He placed the shining object in my hand and I held it, surprised for a second by its weight and how warm it was after being held in Rick’s grip.
    He tugged his t-shirt over his head while I watched